Afterwards, Mu Xiangwan, recalling the fact that she had actively "asked" for it, felt too shy to so much as glance at Su Chaoyang. She picked up her clothes, sprinted to the door, and ran out.
In such a short time, Su Chaoyang, of course, felt unfulfilled. But, remembering that they were still at home, he couldn't be too outrageous, so he had to repress his wild thoughts. Afterward, with a devilishly charming smile playing at the corners of his mouth, he leisurely cleaned up himself.
Mu Xiangwan returned to her room, dove under her blankets and covered her head, curling up into a ball in embarrassment like a tiny shrimp.
The scenes kept replaying in her mind, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt like a dirty-minded woman. Finally, she pulled the pillow over her head, feeling that she wouldn't dare face anyone the following day.
